Single Status Update

I attempt to write at least "something" for about six hours a day when I am not working what society labels a real job to make more megabucks full-time (for travel purposes), sometimes longer, sometimes shorter, depending on how manic I am or not (less those days I feel like a bloated bla in a decrepit world); in truth, I'd be semi-happier outdoors mindlessly photoshooting as I wander the streets and beaches of San Francisco, sometimes socializing in strange bars and abnormal plac...